This is one of the first poems I ever had published. It was made into a story to go in a Children's Story Book, by Cherubic Press in the mid-1990's. I am quite proud how the message has stood the test of time. The poem was inspired by an encounter I had with a parent and her daughter, when my son was a pre-schooler. I was taking my son, who is medically challenged, to his classroom when we met this woman and her daughter in the hallway. The little girl stared at Ethan and asked her Mother what was wrong with him. The Mom grabbed her daughter by the shoulders, turned her around and slapped her hard across the face. The woman told the daughter not to be rude, staring and asking questions. I told her, it was ok we were not offended, but the woman said she would not allow her child to be rude to the unfortunate. . .That encounter was the seed for this poem, because I thought about how I would try to handle the situation if I was in her place.Thus my poem " The Journey", though the publisher liked a longer title. . . .
( in the poem, the refrain in my poem was like the title of the story . .the journey is different, but the trip is the same . . . .dlp)
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